Yesterday I left my 84 year old pal Ben. He now lives in assisted living. His life consists of 3 squares, a dump a day, and 18 hours of TV. Ben chose to live a life without exercise. He was active, smart, and a community guy everyone knew. The key man is a fat bastard, yet I run 3 miles with no problem. I tip my hat to my genetic peasant material.
Life is a difficult long journey. If you are lucky enough to have plenty of loot, you may still end up having a piss poor quality of life. Life was meant to be lived. People were meant to be engaged with and amongst themselves. Everyones life is an interesting story.
My point, if the good Lord graces you with 80 plus years, be in a physical shape where you can have enjoy most of the physical activities you did when you were sixty and seventy.
Ben's last request was for some hooch and a young woman. Both are prohibited at the facility, and besides Ben had his prostrate removed ten years ago. So in compromise we both shared a piece, that is a piece of coconut custard pie. At 84 that piece and the peace the Lord may bless him with is all that is left.
Walk, ride a bicycle, tennis, do something. If I can fit it into my busy day, so can anyone.
Bookmarks